Not a poem

I wish I could pull down the sky like a silky blue cloth or dark velvet sash. I wish just by walking, the ground would quiver and quake, I wish…oh I wish for many things..and yet all these fantasies are easier to imagine than saying what my heart feels. To scream or to whisper or to sigh, is it even worth it to speak these words…is there even a way to construct the sentences. I wish for many things, and the least likely is finding someone that understands me. Noah_arkenswagg


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